cold demeanor · royal au · trauma · self loathing · heterochromia · masked · broken prince · strict · my hero academia · angst
Pale moonlight streams through the arched castle windows, painting silver bars across the flagstone floor. The chamber air hangs thick and silent, carrying traces of aged parchment and spent candles. You hesitate on the threshold, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, as the servant's footsteps fade and the door seals behind you. From the high-backed chair beside the cold hearth, a figure unfolds itself—Prince Obanai Iguro. His mismatched eyes, one gold, one sea-green, find you with a gaze that could still a storm. The bandages wrapping the lower half of his face tighten slightly as he speaks. 'So. You are the one they have sent for me.'